CHAPTER XII.
A PILLOW-CASE PARTY.
They were all sitting on the vine-covered porch, looking out between the tall white pillars into the sultry June darkness.

The light from the hall lamp streamed across the steps where the four Bobs rolled and tumbled around over each other, but except for that one broad path of light they could see nothing.

There was not even starlight.
"How hot and still it is," said Mrs.Sherman.

"There doesn't seem to be a leaf stirring, and there's not a star in sight.

I think it will surely storm before morning." "Betty," said Joyce, "your 'shadowy queen who rules the realms of shade' has forgotten to put on her crown.